Fake Marriage Box Set

Tessa

Oh. My. God. He kissed me. What the hell? Why was it so enjoyable? As in ‘curled my toes’ good. I could feel my body responding. I had no control, and before I knew what was happening, I leaned in for the kiss. When he looked at me, I knew it was coming. I could have leaned back. I could have walked away, but I wanted to know. To satisfy that itch that had started when I first saw him weeks ago.

I think it was me who moaned and I was glad I did. It was a blissful moan, drawn from a place deep down. His lips were so soft and gentle, unlike some of the sloppy kissers I’ve had in the past. His hands weren’t on me, pulling and tugging things that should only be handled with care. It was a sweet kiss. A romantic kiss that was all about emotions and nothing about the physical passion that these spontaneous kisses tend to start with.

The moan caught me off guard. It followed the increase in pressure and the opening of my lips. I had to stop the kiss before it went too far. Tongue dancing is too far in my book when it involves my boss. I took a step back, breaking the contact between our lips and our bodies. Immediately after doing so, I felt a sense of loss. I missed his body pressed into mine, even if it had only been for a few brief but glorious seconds.

I forced myself to open my eyes. He was looking back at me. His eyes were a darker green than I remembered.

“I’m sorry,” we both said at the same time.

I shook my head. “No, I, we, it’s—”

He held up a hand. “Tessa, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”

I stepp

ed forward, wanting to assure him it wasn’t his fault, but he held up a hand, stopping me in my tracks. Duh. I can’t step close to him. I may launch myself at him. He was clearly warding me off.

“We can’t,” I blurted out. “It’s inappropriate. You’re a teacher. I’m a student. This is wrong,” I muttered. Shame washed over me.

My eyes moved to the open door, and I’m sure I blushed eight shades of red. What if someone had walked by? Even worse, what if a student had stopped by to see the professor? I felt like a complete fool. I was not one of those girls who got hot for teacher and actually acted on it.

I glanced around the room. “I better go.”

“Tessa, please,” he started, but I didn’t give him the chance to say another word.

I practically ran down the hall and out of the building, sucking in gulps of humid sea air. I cannot believe I let myself get carried away. I can’t blame him. I followed him into a quiet, secluded space. Clearly, I needed to watch more horror films. A girl wasn’t supposed to do such stupid things.

I had to tell someone, to confess my sins, and, hopefully, the last five minutes would be nothing but a distant memory. I couldn’t even blame alcohol for my mistake.

Bursting into the library, I headed straight for the back. I took a deep breath before I walked through the door.

Maria was sitting at her small desk in a room similar to the one I had just vacated.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, concern written all over her face.

I stared at her. Unable to put my actions into words.

“Tessa?” she said, rising from her seat and walking around the desk towards me. “Hon, what happened? Are you okay?” she asked, putting a hand on my arm.

Nodding, I replied, “Yes, yes, nothing bad. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m kind of freaking out, though.”

“Why?”

“You will not believe what I just did!” I screeched, trying to keep my voice down, but not completely able to combat the nerves.

Maria walked around me and shut the door I had just burst through.

“What did you do?” she asked, the concern was less for my physical health, but what I may have done to someone else.

I took a deep breath. “I kissed him.”

She blinked, waiting for me to clarify. I couldn’t. I couldn’t actually say the words.

“Who did you kiss?”

I groaned. “Him.”